[cpower36]

It was unbelievably tempting to take charge of the situation right there, and as I am recalling the moment, it's difficult to believe I didn't. This was indeed a very fine wire I was walking. My body was pleading with me to agree with her logic and suggest that she stripped off right there. However, being a female, my agreement would certainly have made her less inclined to do so. Instead I once again feigned disinterest.

'You can do as you like Linda, it's fine either way.'

I stared straight ahead and let her struggle with her decision. She bit her lip nervously, and seemingly found great interest in the wooden ceiling.

'Well I'm going to do it' she finally announced. 'Its only you. Silly not to. You've seen them..me..already anyway'

It must be said that what followed was no spectacular act of burlesque, but was no less exciting for all that. She stayed firmly seated next to me, and unceremoniously undid her towel from the front. Her ungainly fidgetting caused her arm to gently nudge my ribs as the towel fell forward.

'Whoops!..sorry'

There was no need for her to be sorry. Her breasts were free at last, firm and glistening in the half light. They were slightly paler than the rest of her torso, and she bore the strap marks of an English summer. I took careful peeks as she closed her eyes, and marvelled at the sight of her. Her nipples were still that most muted of pinks, but seemed larger than before and not quite as erect. I moved my eyes lower where her stomach continued down towards her hips. It was hard to see where one curve ended and another began, pleasing and taunting me in equal measure. Sadly, she had arranged for her towel to lay casually across her lap, and it seemed to be laughing at my frustration.

Minutes must have passed again, lost in darkness and the overpowering heat.

'Time I had another shower' said Linda, adjusting her towel neatly and rising toward the door. 'Will you come with me again.. just in case?'

I followed dutifully down toward the cubicles. Again they stood strangely redundant, dribbling and dripping from their last patron. I didn't need to be asked again, as I knew my role well. Linda once again thrust her towel at me before stepping under the water. That bottom truly was a work of art. It would be a lie to say that it was petite, but its proportions complemented Linda's frame perfectly. The water ran off it like it were made of glass, and it simply begged to be kissed. She seemed far more relaxed as she showered this time, although she kept her back to me once again. At one point during her ablutions she even asked me if I was enjoying the evening. I thought it was quite the most ridiculous question that I had ever been asked. Eventually she reached up and turned the water off.

'Can you hear anyone this time?' she whispered, looking over her shoulder at me.

'No...I've a feeling we're the only ones here now'

Just for a moment she smiled that mischevious smile I had seen so many times during our time working together before her face became serious again.

'I suppose I'd better get this over with then. Go on, have a good look'

Linda swallowed hard and turned to face me at last, wrinkling up her eyes and nose as if waiting for some critique. Her bravery, generosity and spirit almost overwhelmed me, while my eyes simply feasted on her. That embarrassed little face, the peachy flushed skin, the water, those fabulous breasts wobbling. Her thighs, perhaps a little short, but seemingly sculpted from bronze, her erect nipples. Those clear blue eyes looking to the ceiling again. It was all too much. Above all of course was my prize, the object of my greatest desire. Nestling cosily between her legs was the most perfect triangle of tightly curled auburn pubic hair, dripping and glistening with droplets of water. My eyes were transfixed there and I soon realised that I could easily make out the feint line of her lips through it. She stood there unmoving, allowing me my pleasure until she realised exactly where I was looking.

'I think that's quite enough don't you'? she said knowingly, while letting her hand fall to cover herself.

It wasn't of course. I wasn't sure I could ever have enough.